Waxing Crescent

Summary:
Here's the topic there are so many stories about. A continuation of New-Moon... But this one is different. Like none you've ever read. The next moon phase. After a new moon, comes the waxing crescent. A small sliver of light to brighten the dark sky. The dark life of Bella Swan. Here's the thing. This isn't one of those stories where Bella DIDN'T jump, so Alice didn't see it. Bella DID jump. Alice didn't see. But Bella jumped. She did hear Edward, and it hurt her. It hurt her bad. And now, she has built immunity to the one thing that can heal her gash...Jacob. Or has the pain just become unbearable? With no where to turn, and Victoria as close as ever, what's to stop Bella from walking into the woods and waiting for Victoria to take it all away? All the pain. Nothing. Bella is sent to Hawaii, to live with Jacob's sister and hopefully be able to forget everything that happened to the strange rainy town of Forks, Washington. Hopefully...she will forget of the mythical creatures that so recently inundated her life. Because vampires don't live in sunny places. Bella's safe in Hawaii.

Notes:

7. Chapter 7

Without her. Without her, I could not survive. I had to find her. It didn't seem like I had a choice anymore. I had to go to Florida.

* * * * *

Tony and Rebecca, or, Lepeka, as Tony called her, gradually settled out of their lovebird phase over dinner. There seemed to be a new source of excitement, however. Planning glances were thrown my way continuously throughout dinner, and I tried to brace myself for when they announced the news that apparently evaded me.

I frequently drummed my fingers quietly on the old, wood table. The small dark furniture piece only seated four, so with Kat, it was a full house tonight.

I caught her glance a few times, sending questioning looks her way, but she apparently didn't know what the immature acting couple were so giddy about, either. They must've talked about it while we were at school, or on the beach.

"Are you all alone here in first class?" she asked innocently, batting her eyelashes.

I finally looked at her, raising an eyebrow. "Yes, I am. In fact, I am flying to Florida to search for the woman I am so desperately in love with, and if I DON'T find her, I'll perhaps break into her mother's house and search through her things to see if I can find out where she is. And when I do, I will swim oceans to reach her. Frankly, I'll do whatever it takes. That is why I'm alone," I growled stiffly.

The woman blinked widely. "Is there anything you need sir?"

"No, that will be all."

She walked swiftly to the portion for flight attendants where she told all the swarming women what I said.

Of course, my luck made them all think it was desperately sweet and romantic and they started fighting over who would ask if I wanted a drink.

"Inconceivable," I muttered angrily. "This would only happen to me."

Now I would have more than one reason for the want to jump out of this plane.

* * * * *

I slid into the cool sheets. I had all of my clothes packed into my small duffel bag, with my checkbook. This was too much. It hurt, so much.

I don't know what anyone would think, but I planned on coming back. I didn't even know where I was going. I doubt I had enough money to make it to Renee and back. I just wanted to see her. The last time I saw my mother I had been throwing an insane fit because they were going to take me to Jacksonville.

How different is Jacksonville from where I am now?

I threw my legs over the side of the bed, resting my elbows on my knees and digging my fists into my forehead.

My window was open, and the breeze blew the sheer white curtain to the side. I saw the moon floating among the stars.

Today at school we had learned the lunar phases.

Waxing crescent.

That was the phase after the new moon. The new moon was the darkest time for the moon. When the sky was black.

Waxing crescent is the first sliver of light the moon gives after it's state of darkness.

Like a little blossom of hope. Of healing.

I pressed my fists to my forehead again, out of frustration.

Thin tears streaked down my cheeks.

* * * * *

I rolled the phone between my large, hot hands.

The digits for her number were sitting right in front of me. All I had to do was dial.

I was grateful I knew about the leech's powers. He would have been to Hawaii before I could stop him.

I had saved Bella.

But I couldn't tell her he had been here. She would have forgiven him. I couldn't let that happen. I couldn't let him hurt her.

I also couldn't let him know she still wanted him. The selfish creep.

He had ripped out her heart. Shredded it.

"Careful, Jacob." My dad rolled into the kitchen. "We don't need a new phone just yet."

I smiled grimly.

"I'm doing it," I announced punching the numbers in before I could change my mind.

"Third time's the charm," he muttered and I glared at him.

"Alright, alright. I'll leave." He wheeled back out of the kitchen, leaving his scent to linger.

* * * * *

"Hello?" I picked up the phone recognizing my father's number.

I walked outside onto the beach, willing Bella not to hear. Or Tony, for that matter. He didn't exactly know about the wolves. I hadn't known about the wolves until Bella had told me. I wasn't sure if I still even believed. I had to see it to believe it.

"Bella?" A stranger's voice demanded.

"No. It's not. You have the wrong number," I said fiercely.

"Rebecca?!"

I gasped. "Jacob is that you?"

Tears filled my eyes. My baby brother. He sounded older than Tony.

"Yeah," He said softly, his husky voice going deep and smooth. I hadn't realized it had sounded rough with stress until he talked normally.

"You were trying to reach Bella?" I demanded.

"Yeah . . ."

"You know it will only hurt her more, Jacob."

I was trying to not think about what my brother was.

"I'm sorry, Becca."

My old nickname. I smiled. He was the same Jake. Just . . . furrier.

"It's alright, Jake." I sighed heavily.

"How is she?"

"Doing so much better."

"That's . . . good."

"If she recovers, she might be able to go back home," I ventured.

"That's great!"

"I'm sure she misses her pets."

Pause.

"What pets? Bella never had any pets."

"She has five dogs, Jake. Geeze."

"What?"

"It's you, you idiot." I laughed.

"What are you--"

"Werewolf, stupid," I whispered and the other line went dead quiet.

"DAD!" I heard him bellow.

There was a loud laughing. "Sorry, Jake. It must've slipped my mind. I forgot to tell you she knows."

"You are an evil old man! I almost had a heart attack."

There was some scratching and scuffling.

"Are you still there, Rebecca?" he asked casually.

I tried to hold back a laugh but I couldn't.

"You and Dad have a strong bond," I giggled.

"You heard that?"

"Yes."

"Ah..."

"So you only called to talk to Bella?"

"Actually," he paused.

"Yes?"

"I didn't plan on telling anyone, but just so you know . . ." His voice was very low, and hard to hear. "Do you know what THEY look like?"

"Uh, sort of. Why?"

I could hear the grimace in his voice. "He came to ask me where she is. I was able to block my mind, so he doesn't know. But I don't underestimate him."

"What?" I squeaked.

"Their eyes are gold. If they're red, you're in trouble. They have pale skin, super strength, super fast, incredible hearing, smell, and vision. They smell really good to humans but you can tell they're not human." He said it all in one breath, and he sounded nervous.

"Rebecca. If you see one, YOU HAVE TO TELL US."

"You expect them to be coming here?" I was insanely scared.

He didn't answer.

I felt goosebumps flow throughout my body.

"Promise me you'll tell us."

"I promise," I breathed.

The line disconnected.

I looked out at the ocean. In my regular voice I stated, "Bella, you are one strong girl."